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"I have brought the box, mistress," Abijah said as she entered Mrs. Mulready's room; "but I don't think as you will want to pack today, for I hear as Mr. Ned ain't a-going to the mill. You see all the town will be coming to see him to shake hands with him and tell him how glad they is that he is cleared." "And only I can't!" Mrs. Mulready wailed. "To think of it, only I, his mother, can't see him!
So saying, Abijah left the room, and, running hastily downstairs, told Ned and the doctor the manner in which Mrs. Mulready had received the news. Ned, would have run up at once to his mother, but Dr. Green would not hear of it. "It would not do, Ned. In your mother's present state the shock of seeing you might have the worst effect. Run up, Abijah, and get the box down to her.
And it is shameful of you to speak in that way of Mr. Mulready." Ned stopped to hear no more. At her first words he had given a low, gasping cry, as one who has received a terrible wound. The blood flew to his head, the room swam round, and he seemed to feel the veins in his temples swell almost to bursting.
"Give Mister Mulready a run for his money. Come along, Kirkwood; we haven't a minute. Mrs. Hallam, permit us...." She stepped aside and he brushed past her to the door. "Come, Kirkwood!" He seemed to take Kirkwood's company for granted; and the young man was not inclined to argue the point. Meekly enough he fell in with Calendar on the sidewalk. Mrs. Hallam followed them out.
The cloud which had so long overshadowed him had passed away, and the look of cold reserve had vanished with it, and he was prepared again to receive the world as a friend. He was most moved when, early in the day, Mr. Porson and the whole of the boys arrived. As soon as he had left Mrs. Mulready, Dr. Green had hurried down to the schoolhouse with the news, and Mr.
If you're not content to see it in that light, I'm done." "Oh, if you want to put it that way, I'm not content, Mr. Mulready," retorted Calendar dangerously. "Please yourself. I bid you good evening and good-by." The man took a step toward the stairs. Calendar dropped his right hand into his top-coat pocket. "Just a minute," he said sweetly, and Mulready stopped.
Mulready acquired much more profit than respectability, for, whether well or ill-deserved, she had but a bad name in the country; in spite of this, however, to the company assembled here on Wednesday evening, the same evening that Thady dined with Father John, we must introduce our readers.
"We'd begun to get a bit anxious about you " Mulready began defensively. "So I surmised, from what Mrs. Hallam and Mr. Kirkwood told me.... Well?" The man found no ready answer. He fell back a pace to the railing, his features working with his deep chagrin.
Mulready. Had he known that she really loved him, and would, if she had been driven to it, have sacrificed everything rather than lose him, he could have obtained very different terms; but having no heart to speak of, himself, he was ignorant of the power he possessed over her.
Curiously enough, the revival of the art of another epoch in the case of Saint Bonvin remained absolutely modern. It is instructive to look at his "Servant at the Fountain," reproduced here, compare it with many of the pictures of familiar life like those of Wilkie, Webster, or Mulready, published last month, and note the unconsciousness of the work before us.
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